Page 17 of Drop Shot
I roll my eyes. “Just sign your name.”
He scrawls his signature, barely legible except for the giant E and J. My signature is far easier to read. Granted, I don’t have to sign stuff all the time like he does.
“We’ll tell our families this week. I have a feeling Jackson and team could move up the timeline.”
With a sigh, I say, “I figure the same.”
“Cool.” He sets Craig down. “We’ll text and figure it all out.”
I follow him to the door and he pauses on the threshold.
“This feels weird,” he comments. Before I can ask why, he says, “I feel like I should kiss you or something. Anyway, talk later.”
With that parting comment he’s striding down the hall, leaving me gawking after his tall form.
I feel like I should kiss you or something.
I know he only means it because we were basically on a date even if it wasn’t real, but dammit if my body reacts to it anyway.
I shiver as I close the door.
Where the fuck is my vibrator?
CHAPTER 5
WHIMSY
As we approachthe traditional Florida style home in the suburbs outside of Miami, I have a moment of panic where I just want to put a pin in this whole thing and say fuck it let’s just be honest with our parents that this is fake. But I realize it’s safer for both of us if they think it’s real. My mom is a talker, and I can imagine her letting something slip simply by accident.
I pull the car over on the street down the road with my parents’ house in my sights at the end of the street.
“Why are we pulling over?” Elias asks, rubbing his hands on his light-colored pants. He’s dressed up today, pairing the pants with a striped linen shirt. A hint of a chain glints every now and then at his neck and there’s a small hoop earring in one ear.
“I just … my mom is very … exuberant, okay? I love her to death but she can be a bit much and I just want you to be prepared.”
I’ve already tried to prep him on the drive over here after I picked him up, but I’m not sure it’s quite sunk in for him yet.
“And your dad?” he prompts. “He’s not going to pull a gun on me?”
I snort. “No.”
“We might live in Florida but my dad is not the gun toting type at all. He’s more of the … golf course, PTA dad type.”
“Okay, cool. I’m going to be fine, Whim. Stop worrying.”
I sigh, tucking my hair behind both ears. I dressed casually today in a sundress with a cardigan.
Easing off the brake, I turn into the driveway at the end of the street.
I’ve barely got the car in park before my mom is running outside, bare feet padding on the ground and blond hair the same shade as mine streaming behind her like a kite in the wind.
I slide out of the SUV, jaw dropping when my traitorous mother zooms past me to meet Elias as he shuts the passenger door. She practically launches herself at him as I round the front of the vehicle to watch their meeting.
I cross my arms over my chest, trying to hide my amusement when her feet pop up behind her.
She has to stretch on her tiptoes to take his face in her hands when he sets her down. “It’s so good to finally meet you. It’s a shame our Whimsy girl has been working for you for years and we’re just now meeting. And dating? It’s about time you got your head out of the sand and saw how amazing our girl is.”
I send Elias an apologetic glance. She finally releases his face and turns to me.
